explosive words, heat, the vibrations
memories, points of view, differ
immoveable walls, confine
closing in around us
can't see perspective
don't turn back now
It's over!
silence
cool
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Sea-foam eyes
Rose petals swept off the white deck, scattering across the soft surface like drops of blood. The same wind whipped at her hair, knotting the blonde strands like conspiring fingers. Her pink painted toenails glinted in the electric light. Each bulb dripping pools of white light across the waves. Bleaching the deck in the absence of candles long since burnt down to stubs.
By MikMacMeerkatabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
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